Scorn Tarch Dec 6, 2018 1:53:58 GMT -6
Post by Nashua on Dec 6, 2018 1:53:58 GMT -6
|NASHUA'S PL: 80,000|
|ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None|
The young Tarch was keeping up better than Nashua had been expecting him to, with how worn out he already was. He was still able to keep up with her flurry of punches, and while he was too worn out to evade them all, his arms could parry away and block the majority of what she threw at him. But his strength was fading fast - he couldn't keep this up for long, and Nashua was pretty sure they both knew it. She was just waiting for him to make his move. And then, he did. A roar and a shockwave of ki sent Nashua flying back a few meters, though didn't exactly daze her all too much. What caught her off guard was Tarch's subsequent afterimage, which left dozens of images of himself scattered and swarming around her. How the heck did he have enough energy left for that?
She tried to keep up with him as best she could, but even she was a bit tired after all the sparring and training, and her scouter could only do so much to help when she had to constantly turn her head and body to face the Tarch it deemed to be the real one. The Saiyan was a smidge too late to react when Tarch finally rushed right for her. The ki in her hands had just barely charged up when a high powered punch sailed straight into her gut, knocking the wind well out of her, along with a loud grunt. It was strong, for sure, but not as powerful as Nashua felt it could've been. Still, she was sent spinning back a few feet through the air, her head and feet trading positions more than a few times before she'd fully regained her balance.
"Uggh, that was good!" she exclaimed, trying not to barf as she spoke. Usually, stomach attacks like that were taken by her armor, but Tarch had punched right through her thin shirt to the squishy skin underneath. She only caught the tail end of what he was saying as she perked back up. "You overdid it? How do you mea-" She was quite quickly answered when the young boy began to fall through the sky yet again. "Oh, geez," Nashua mumbled as she shot down through the air and managed to position herself under Tarch in time to catch him in her arms. It helped that he wasn't propelling himself downwards, this time. By the time she'd caught him, he already seemed to be in a sleepy sort of daze. He was a pretty adorable little thing, with little scratches on his cheeks and his hair all tussled up.
"You did pretty great, today!" Nashua commented, though she wasn't sure how conscious enough Tarch was to actually hear and understand her. "We can call it a day there, though I look forward to training again with you, sometime!" As she hovered slowly towards the ground with Tarch still bundled up in her arms, Nashua gave him a soft little peck on his bruised cheek with her lips: her own mother had always kissed her scrapes and cuts to make them feel better, so maybe that'd work on Tarch, too. Once she set foot on the ground, Nashua asked, "Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you back over to camp? It's not too far, either way."
OOC NOTES: [N1] Torrent Impact should actually be doing 23,760 damage, which is withstood for 30% PL damage!
KP: 2/3 > 3/3